We’re out of the pool lying on one of our loungers, me sprawled out on top of Asher, his hand’s running up and down my back.
“I want another, baby,” Asher says softly to the top of my head. His hands slowing move up and down.
“Already?” I ask, not that I’m surprised. He loves our daughter and is amazing with her, but she’s only two months old and I want to enjoy her for a little while longer.
“I want our kids to be close like me and my brothers. And I also miss you being pregnant.”
“You miss me complaining about everything, late night store runs, foot massages and my weight gain?” I ask.
“I never complained, and you already know how I felt about your belly. Something about you waddling around with my baby inside you was f**king sexy.”
“You’re a strange one, Asher James.”
“So, what do you say?”
“Okay.”
“Okay,” he says, pulling me up his body. “You’re going to give me another baby?”
“Yes, I'm going to give you another baby.”
“Well, then.” He smiles, giving me the dimple. “Let’s get started,” he says against my mouth and we did get started. It took a few tries, but two months later, I found out I was pregnant. A few months after that, we found out we were having a girl. Five girls later, Asher gave up on his dream of a boy.
Seventeen years later
“You listen to me, young lady,” I hear Asher say. “You are not going on a date. You’re only sixteen.”
“Daddy,” I hear our daughter cry, and I know that she’s giving him the puppy dog eyes. Each of our five girls had perfected the puppy dog eyes by the time they were old enough to talk. I shove my face into my pillow so they can’t hear me laughing through the open door. I keep listening, but all I can hear now is mumbling. This lasts awhile. Then Asher walks into our room, closing the door behind him. His face is blank as he sits down on the bed, takes off his shoes, then stands, and takes his shirt off. After seventeen years, his body is still amazing. He looks at me and I see so much love in his eyes that it makes it hard to breathe. The pillow is still against my face with my eyes peeking out over the top of it.
So, what did you say?” I ask in a muffled voice.
“She’s going on a date on Friday,” he grumbles and I fall back in bed, laughing so hard that tears are streaming down my face.
Yes, this is bliss, I think to myself.